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NUT (The Celestial Mother)

Desert sands majestic still waters where a land ends

And another begins. Where the furious river says

Calm tranquil and the first cataract falls we built a

Circle with 19 rocks and light a fire of perfumed wood

The flame that is holding the keys of Nasser between

The sand and the heart of the black. Precious ivory

From unfair murders – perfumed spices and finest Ostrich

Feathers all in the fire creating smells of the past

Between the sand and the heart of the black. Like a

Virgin woman who lived ages in ash tempted to enter the

Hall of the spirits my final thought in the land of the

Land of the living.

I want now-now to meet all the

Figures the flame that is holding

The keys of Nasser. As free as the

Spirits I am calling this day come

Now appear from this red-skin fire

Come in a world designed from nothing.

I welcome the spirits of Earthen glory

The mother of the Sun NUT stands

Before me all in the fire smells from the

Past between the sand and the heart of

The black. A wind now blows from the

Depths of the south sings the native sands

Of the vow. I welcome the spirits of

Earthen glory the mother of the Sun

NUT stands before me – all in the fire

Smells from the past between the sand

And the heart of the black. A shape of

A woman appears to me a distant figure

For a mortal to see.